Chris Bathgate - We Turned Into Birds (illinois) lyrics

rate me

Want to play your fiddle for me?

How 'bout a round of soldier's joy

I wanna hear that scratch scream off the street

Just across the border to Illinois

And it's warm

Yeah, it's warm

My soul's gonna set the wheels to fly

Cause I know where I'm gonna be tonight

Save my soul with the open road

Get out an eye for a sunny side

I got a white line death and it calls my name

One more town in about 40 miles

And it's on

Yeah, it's on

It's a sacred sight for those who know

I've got a love of field and a single road